More Surprises
Title: More Surprises
Author:
rotpunkt and
thevixenne
Pairing: Viggo/Sean
Rating: R
Warning: Sex, sweat and sarcasm.
Disclaimer: I don’t know these men but I’m pretty sure they’re used to women fantasizing about them.
Important Note: This is going to be a bit frustrating, but it's meant to be. Many of you will know of my constant trouble with the German site fanfiction.de, where half of my stories (posted in their NC 17 section, with warnings and all) got banned because they were classified as PWPs. After several fruitless email discussions and a letter to all mods (no answer), we now consider to post this story chapter as a parable, like the fables in former centuries with which authors critisized the upper class and their rulers in more or less 'hidden' ways. (The chapter is meant as a sequel to my stories Surprises, but you'll easily understand it without knowing that one). We changed the name of the fanfiction site for this story, because it refers to all sites with this kind of rules.
I have not yet posted the German version of the chapter on ff.de and I'd like to hear your opinion first. Do you think I should? Does it make sense to try and show the absurdity of their policy in this way, or should I rather not post it? Do you have any suggestions for changes/ additional ideas?
Personal note: Just back from the USA, will have to catch up with my flist ...!
Sean slicked back his sweat-matted hair. The strands, usually fluffy and golden, clung to his forehead, several shades darker with wetness. His smooth skin shimmered with a thin, almost iridescent film of perspiration.
He’d gotten rid of his grass-stained and muddy t-shirt right at the door of the flat he shared with Viggo. Though Vig wasn't necessarily a clean freak by nature, something about the shiny hardwood floors had brought out his inner housekeeper. Perhaps it had a lot to do with the fact that the two of them practically polished the slick surfaces with their bodies every time they had sex.
Hopping on his left foot, then the right, Sean pulled the shoes from his feet without untying the laces. He repeated the little acrobatic maneuver and removed his shorts with briefs still attached.
Sean was a diehard football fan and had he not become an actor, would have tried out for his favourite team, the Blades. He was actually good enough, and perhaps could have shown that wanker Beckham a thing or two. In spite of his fame, he still engaged in a friendly play with some of his old mates from the neighborhood. Much like his attitude when filming, Sean gave all he had and more. He hated to lose and seldom did.
The rewards for his athletic endeavors was a long, hot shower that not only washed away the dirt and the sweat, but soothed his sore muscles. An hour later he would slide into comfortable clothing and spend the rest of the evening with Viggo in comfortable silence. They seldom felt the need to go out and partake of celebrity-filled night life.
That hot water was calling to him but before he could reach for the faucet, Viggo jumped into the shower stall. He hadn’t even bothered to fully get naked, still wearing a pair of cutoff shorts that would have been considered obscene in public and a single sock.
“Vig, what 'en 'ell are ya doin'?”
Viggo didn't answer, but he just couldn’t let Sean wash the delicious cocktail of male pheromones from his skin before he'd tasted from it. Or better still, nursed himself with it, devoured it, bathed in it, because Viggo was crazy for Sean’s sweat.
Like a few of his lover's rather odd expressions of desire, in the beginning Sean had hated it. There were things he had known about sex between men-the power struggle and the power sharing-but other things like total body worship had not been a part of the Brit's education.
It still didn't sit very well to have someone-even a lover-licking the sweat and dirt off of one's body, though in a strange way it was rather flattering.
Viggo was all over him, burying his nose in Sean’s armpits, breathing or almost sucking in the smell of Sean’s fresh sweat like inhaling a heady drug and licking over his shoulders, arms, legs, back and chest with broad swipes of his tongue, like a cat enthusiastically cleaning her kitten.
Sean wrinkled his nose as Viggo took in his favourite cologne with deep and greedy inhalations.
“That’s disgusting, Viggo!” Sean exclaimed with token shudders of repulsion. “Do you mind if I turn on the water already?“
His answer was a muffled “Not yet.” Sean tried to get loose, but Viggo held on and his nose wasn't going anywhere.
“Besides,” he continued, his mouth trailing from armpit to forearm. “I find it overwhelmingly sexy...and no, or else my sock will get wet.“
Sean rolled his eyes and turned the water on nonetheless. Viggo wasn’t bothered in the least, but quickly swallowed the last tiny drops of salt on Sean’s biceps, as many as his tongue could catch, before they were claimed forever by the drain.
Sean looked down at Viggo’s soaking wet shorts, his eyes darkening with slow-building lust. “Mmm, I think someone's very happy...I know I am. And you’d probably win a wet-shorts-contest now … “
But when he gently palmed the tempting, bulging form, feeling the pulsing warmth beneath the wet fabric, Viggo stopped him.
Taken aback, Sean asked, his hand paused in mid-air, “Since when have you ever minded sex in the shower? I mean it's a little late to be worried about getting your clothes wet...”
The author paused and wondered whether or not to continue her salacious narrative.
“It’s not me,” Viggo replied apologetically. “But in the first chapter of this story you wanked off thinking about me in the next room. In the second chapter we’re doing the horizontal cha-cha in the shower. If we have sex again in this chapter, the story will be deleted off fanslash.com.“
“But why’s that? I thought fanslash.com was all right with that sort of thing.“
The author thought sarcastically, so did I.
“They are, except when the story is a PWP.”
Sean ran an irritated hand through his wet hair. He was horny and wanted Viggo and didn't give a damn about how many times they did it. “What 'en 'ell's a PWP anyways?”
Viggo grinned. “PWP stands for Plot, What Plot. In other words, sex just for the sake of sex.“
“And that is a bad thing, how? I've read some of the stories here, and there are quite a few which qualify. I mean, do the moderators have anything against sex?“
The author grinned, liking her fictional Sean's attitude. The rules didn't make much sense to her either, considering that she'd done all that was humanly possible on the site to keep her more explicit stories out of the hands of minors and/or those who were squicked out by her depictions of male/male sex, but this latest proscription made no sense at all.
Viggo's reply was heavily sarcastic. “Of course not, Sean. Think of the mods like the Catholic church. Every priest tells you that sex is something wonderful and precious as long as it's used for the making of children.”
“Huh?” Sean was even more confused.
“Basically the mods want the writers to make sure every sex scene is justified as a part of the story and not just there for the shits and giggles.”
“But why?“ whimpered Sean as the water began to get cold. “People do have sex for the shits and giggles.”
Of course they do, the author said to her fictional Sean. Her body tingled in remembrance. I just had sex with my husband a few hours ago because his in-laws aren't coming to visit after all.
“Because,” Viggo said, mockingly serious, “Think of the emotional damage such stories could cause to women and young people if they start reading stories in which the sex is just there. They’d start to think you might have sex just for fun! And how bad would that be! It may be a part of the story, but not the basis for it! And the authors should always think twice about it and ask themselves if the sex scene is really necessary and justified. “
That's just more sexist bullshit, snarled the author.
“Wait a minnit,” Sean's accent grew thick as it always did when in high emotions. “Are you sayin' that the mods think if the characters have too much sex in a story that people will too and their lives will turn into a PWP?”
The author smiled. If people were having more sex, they'd be too busy to do stupid stuff like wage war or destroy the environment. At least that’s what Ian Mc Kellen has to say for it and she wholeheartedly shared his opinion.
“Eureka, I think you've got it!”
Sean thought for half a second.
He grabbed Viggo and ripped his shorts down to the floor of the stall. “No, but you're about to for making me wait and havin' this dumb conversation and if the censors on fanslash.com don't like it then too bloody bad! I thought about it and yes, this sex scene is damn necessary!”
That's the spirit, the author crowed. Give it to 'em, Sean...and give it to Viggo as well. I'll make sure of that!
Viggo wasn't in the mood to complain as miraculously the water seemed to heat up again.
“PWP, hmm? Let's show 'em some real PWP, shall we luv?”
Damn right! The author crowed and proceeded to write a scene so scorching that afterwards she went in search of her husband again. As she posted it, a note from the mods of fanslash.com popped into her e-mail inbox. She deleted it.
~FINIS~
Author:
rotpunkt and
thevixenne
Pairing: Viggo/Sean
Rating: R
Warning: Sex, sweat and sarcasm.
Disclaimer: I don’t know these men but I’m pretty sure they’re used to women fantasizing about them.
Important Note: This is going to be a bit frustrating, but it's meant to be. Many of you will know of my constant trouble with the German site fanfiction.de, where half of my stories (posted in their NC 17 section, with warnings and all) got banned because they were classified as PWPs. After several fruitless email discussions and a letter to all mods (no answer), we now consider to post this story chapter as a parable, like the fables in former centuries with which authors critisized the upper class and their rulers in more or less 'hidden' ways. (The chapter is meant as a sequel to my stories Surprises, but you'll easily understand it without knowing that one). We changed the name of the fanfiction site for this story, because it refers to all sites with this kind of rules.
I have not yet posted the German version of the chapter on ff.de and I'd like to hear your opinion first. Do you think I should? Does it make sense to try and show the absurdity of their policy in this way, or should I rather not post it? Do you have any suggestions for changes/ additional ideas?
Personal note: Just back from the USA, will have to catch up with my flist ...!
Sean slicked back his sweat-matted hair. The strands, usually fluffy and golden, clung to his forehead, several shades darker with wetness. His smooth skin shimmered with a thin, almost iridescent film of perspiration.
He’d gotten rid of his grass-stained and muddy t-shirt right at the door of the flat he shared with Viggo. Though Vig wasn't necessarily a clean freak by nature, something about the shiny hardwood floors had brought out his inner housekeeper. Perhaps it had a lot to do with the fact that the two of them practically polished the slick surfaces with their bodies every time they had sex.
Hopping on his left foot, then the right, Sean pulled the shoes from his feet without untying the laces. He repeated the little acrobatic maneuver and removed his shorts with briefs still attached.
Sean was a diehard football fan and had he not become an actor, would have tried out for his favourite team, the Blades. He was actually good enough, and perhaps could have shown that wanker Beckham a thing or two. In spite of his fame, he still engaged in a friendly play with some of his old mates from the neighborhood. Much like his attitude when filming, Sean gave all he had and more. He hated to lose and seldom did.
The rewards for his athletic endeavors was a long, hot shower that not only washed away the dirt and the sweat, but soothed his sore muscles. An hour later he would slide into comfortable clothing and spend the rest of the evening with Viggo in comfortable silence. They seldom felt the need to go out and partake of celebrity-filled night life.
That hot water was calling to him but before he could reach for the faucet, Viggo jumped into the shower stall. He hadn’t even bothered to fully get naked, still wearing a pair of cutoff shorts that would have been considered obscene in public and a single sock.
“Vig, what 'en 'ell are ya doin'?”
Viggo didn't answer, but he just couldn’t let Sean wash the delicious cocktail of male pheromones from his skin before he'd tasted from it. Or better still, nursed himself with it, devoured it, bathed in it, because Viggo was crazy for Sean’s sweat.
Like a few of his lover's rather odd expressions of desire, in the beginning Sean had hated it. There were things he had known about sex between men-the power struggle and the power sharing-but other things like total body worship had not been a part of the Brit's education.
It still didn't sit very well to have someone-even a lover-licking the sweat and dirt off of one's body, though in a strange way it was rather flattering.
Viggo was all over him, burying his nose in Sean’s armpits, breathing or almost sucking in the smell of Sean’s fresh sweat like inhaling a heady drug and licking over his shoulders, arms, legs, back and chest with broad swipes of his tongue, like a cat enthusiastically cleaning her kitten.
Sean wrinkled his nose as Viggo took in his favourite cologne with deep and greedy inhalations.
“That’s disgusting, Viggo!” Sean exclaimed with token shudders of repulsion. “Do you mind if I turn on the water already?“
His answer was a muffled “Not yet.” Sean tried to get loose, but Viggo held on and his nose wasn't going anywhere.
“Besides,” he continued, his mouth trailing from armpit to forearm. “I find it overwhelmingly sexy...and no, or else my sock will get wet.“
Sean rolled his eyes and turned the water on nonetheless. Viggo wasn’t bothered in the least, but quickly swallowed the last tiny drops of salt on Sean’s biceps, as many as his tongue could catch, before they were claimed forever by the drain.
Sean looked down at Viggo’s soaking wet shorts, his eyes darkening with slow-building lust. “Mmm, I think someone's very happy...I know I am. And you’d probably win a wet-shorts-contest now … “
But when he gently palmed the tempting, bulging form, feeling the pulsing warmth beneath the wet fabric, Viggo stopped him.
Taken aback, Sean asked, his hand paused in mid-air, “Since when have you ever minded sex in the shower? I mean it's a little late to be worried about getting your clothes wet...”
The author paused and wondered whether or not to continue her salacious narrative.
“It’s not me,” Viggo replied apologetically. “But in the first chapter of this story you wanked off thinking about me in the next room. In the second chapter we’re doing the horizontal cha-cha in the shower. If we have sex again in this chapter, the story will be deleted off fanslash.com.“
“But why’s that? I thought fanslash.com was all right with that sort of thing.“
The author thought sarcastically, so did I.
“They are, except when the story is a PWP.”
Sean ran an irritated hand through his wet hair. He was horny and wanted Viggo and didn't give a damn about how many times they did it. “What 'en 'ell's a PWP anyways?”
Viggo grinned. “PWP stands for Plot, What Plot. In other words, sex just for the sake of sex.“
“And that is a bad thing, how? I've read some of the stories here, and there are quite a few which qualify. I mean, do the moderators have anything against sex?“
The author grinned, liking her fictional Sean's attitude. The rules didn't make much sense to her either, considering that she'd done all that was humanly possible on the site to keep her more explicit stories out of the hands of minors and/or those who were squicked out by her depictions of male/male sex, but this latest proscription made no sense at all.
Viggo's reply was heavily sarcastic. “Of course not, Sean. Think of the mods like the Catholic church. Every priest tells you that sex is something wonderful and precious as long as it's used for the making of children.”
“Huh?” Sean was even more confused.
“Basically the mods want the writers to make sure every sex scene is justified as a part of the story and not just there for the shits and giggles.”
“But why?“ whimpered Sean as the water began to get cold. “People do have sex for the shits and giggles.”
Of course they do, the author said to her fictional Sean. Her body tingled in remembrance. I just had sex with my husband a few hours ago because his in-laws aren't coming to visit after all.
“Because,” Viggo said, mockingly serious, “Think of the emotional damage such stories could cause to women and young people if they start reading stories in which the sex is just there. They’d start to think you might have sex just for fun! And how bad would that be! It may be a part of the story, but not the basis for it! And the authors should always think twice about it and ask themselves if the sex scene is really necessary and justified. “
That's just more sexist bullshit, snarled the author.
“Wait a minnit,” Sean's accent grew thick as it always did when in high emotions. “Are you sayin' that the mods think if the characters have too much sex in a story that people will too and their lives will turn into a PWP?”
The author smiled. If people were having more sex, they'd be too busy to do stupid stuff like wage war or destroy the environment. At least that’s what Ian Mc Kellen has to say for it and she wholeheartedly shared his opinion.
“Eureka, I think you've got it!”
Sean thought for half a second.
He grabbed Viggo and ripped his shorts down to the floor of the stall. “No, but you're about to for making me wait and havin' this dumb conversation and if the censors on fanslash.com don't like it then too bloody bad! I thought about it and yes, this sex scene is damn necessary!”
That's the spirit, the author crowed. Give it to 'em, Sean...and give it to Viggo as well. I'll make sure of that!
Viggo wasn't in the mood to complain as miraculously the water seemed to heat up again.
“PWP, hmm? Let's show 'em some real PWP, shall we luv?”
Damn right! The author crowed and proceeded to write a scene so scorching that afterwards she went in search of her husband again. As she posted it, a note from the mods of fanslash.com popped into her e-mail inbox. She deleted it.
~FINIS~